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Here is another story: More than thirty years ago, when I was in the army, I was in my office reading one evening when an elderly officer opened the door and came in. He glanced down at the seat in front of me and muttered, “Hm, where is everyone?” I stood up and said in a loud voice, “Are you saying I’m no one?” The old fellow’s ears turned red from embarrassment, and he walked out. For a long time after that I was proud about what I consider a gutsy performance. Years later, that pride turned to intense qualms of conscience.
请允许我讲最后一个故事，这是许多年前我爷爷讲给我听过的：有八个外出打工的泥瓦匠，为避一场暴风雨，躲进了一座破庙。外边的雷声一阵紧似一阵，一个个的火球，在庙门外滚来滚去，空中似乎还有吱吱的龙叫声。众人都胆战心惊，面如土色。有一个人说：“我们八个人中，必定一个人干过伤天害理的坏事，谁干过坏事，就自己走出庙接受惩罚吧，免得让好人受到牵连。”自然没有人愿意出去。又有人提议道：“既然大家都不想出去，那我们就将自己的草帽往外抛吧，谁的草帽被刮出庙门，就说明谁干了坏事，那就请他出去接受惩罚。”于是大家就将自己的草帽往庙门外抛，七个人的草帽被刮回了庙内，只有一个人的草帽被卷了出去。大家就催这个人出去受罚，他自然不愿出去，众人便将他抬起来扔出了庙门。故事的结局我估计大家都猜到了——那个人刚被扔出庙门，那座破庙轰然坍塌。
Bear with me, please, for one last story, one my grandfather told me many years ago: A group of eight out-of-town bricklayers took refuge from a storm in a rundown temple. Thunder rumbled outside, sending fireballs their way. They even heard what sounded like dragon shrieks. The men were terrified, their faces ashen. “Among the eight of us,” one of them said, “is someone who must have offended the heavens with a terrible deed. The guilty person ought to volunteer to step outside to accept his punishment and spare the innocent from suffering. Naturally, there were no volunteers. So one of the others came up with a proposal: Since no one is willing to go outside, let’s all fling our straw hats toward the door. Whoever’s hat flies out through the temple door is the guilty party, and we’ll ask him to go out and accept his punishment.” So they flung their hats toward the door. Seven hats were blown back inside; one went out the door. They pressured the eighth man to go out and accept his punishment, and when he balked, they picked him up and flung him out the door. I’ll bet you all know how the story ends: They had no sooner flung him out the door than the temple collapsed around them.
我是一个讲故事的人。
I am a storyteller
因为讲故事我获得了诺贝尔文学奖。
Telling stories earned me the Nobel Prize for Literature.
我获奖后发生了很多精彩的故事，这些故事，让我坚信真理和正义是存在的。
Many interesting things have happened to me in the wake of winning the prize, and they have convinced me that truth and justice are alive and well.
今后的岁月里，我将继续讲我的故事。
So I will continue telling my stories in the days to come.
谢谢大家！
Thank you all.
